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These guys are an indie rock band out of Portland, Oregon with anywhere from 11 to 14 people contributing to a song at any given time. That’s a crowded tour bus, y’all. I wonder if they ever get into any fights because the violinist forgot to replace the toilet paper roll.

You’re either going to love this or hate it, I don’t see anything in between. They sound a lot like what would happen if Modest Mouse and Arcade Fire made a baby and that baby had colic. I know, that sounds awful, but I am solidly in the camp of loving this, and it’s the dissonance to me that is so beautiful. It’s full of intricate arrangements and orchestration, trumpets and violins and ukeleles, a beautiful moment followed by the lyric, “Turns out that we are shit out of luck.” Tuesday they released a new album called White Lighter:

The song I want to feature is called “Artificial Light” and it’s the final verse that got me:

I woke up in the morning
And the pale light dangled in your hair
I never wake before you
But this time I caught you sleeping there
Yes, you are my sunlight
You are my last breath of air
I would try to hold it
I would try to keep the moment
Like a photograph of the sunset
Like a little kid with a bug net
Like a dying man, I swear
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
But I have no other place to keep you safe
Than in my shaking, ever shaking hand